#Farlan kin

[chaoslulled]

@pontevoix

he  has  never  formally  met  farlan's  mother  or  family.

he  has  met  them  in  the  depths  of  the  shadows,  following  farlan  through  the  underground,  suspicious   &   unwilling  to  believe  that  he  was  actually  going  home  whenever  he  said  he  was.   it  was  in  the  beginning,  when  their  truce  with  one  another  wasn't  exactly  great,   &   he  had  no  problem  invading  a  sense  of  privacy.   no  one  visits  family  in  the  underground   ––   that's  a  weakness  exposed.   that's  a  raw  nerve  to  sever.

(  or  maybe  he  thinks  of  it  that  way  because  he has  to  family  to  visit.   he  hasn't  seen  kenny  in  years   ––   sometimes  he  thinks  he  gets  a  glimpse,  but  when  he  chases  down  the  familiar  blur  with  a  knife  in  hand,  ready  to  slit  a  throat,  there  is  no  one  there.   a  trick  of  the  eye.   a  trick  of  hopeful  vengence  that  will  never  be  served.  )

body  pressed  into  the  shadows,  molded  into  them  as  the  door  opens.   the  woman  has  crutches   ––   farlan  hasn't  been  lying  about  her  sun  disease,  the  lack  of  it  that  seems  to  make  bones  far  too  brittle.   there's  a  few  young  children  that  run  around  her   ––   but  they  help  her  as  well,  embrace  farlan   &   help  him  move  into  the  home.   he  can  see  through  the  shoddy  window  that  it's  a  soft  reunion   ––   farlan  hands  her  money   &   kisses  her  head   &   she  weeps  while  the  children  marvel  at  the  fresh  bread  that  they're  given.

levi  is  silent   &   deadly.   he  trails  farlan  the  entire  way  home.   farlan  doesn't  say  anything  until  lights  are  off   &   the  place  is  quiet.   tells  him  that  he  knows  he  was  there.   that  he  doesn't  have  to  be  a voyuer  just  because  he's  alone.

he  doesn't  know  if  farlan  had  ever  spoken  to  her  about  him   &   isabel,  if  she  knows  the  nature  of  their  relationship  together.   or  if  she  just  accepted  that  he  was  being  careful   &   taken  care  of,  that  he  was  happy.   he  feels  like  a  fraud   ––   farlan  had  known  so  much  about  his  life   &   yet  he  knows  so  little  about  his.   it  hadn't  seemed  important  in  the  moment   ––   it  kept  his  family  safe  if  they  weren't  near,   &   they  were  going  to  be  above  sooner  or  later.   so  that  meant  better  pay,  maybe  even  meds  sent  home  so  that  she  could  start  to  heal.

the  meeting  in  erwin's  office  had  been quiet   ––   there  was  no  lashing  out,  no  tenseness  in  his  shoulders,  no  screaming  need  to  revolt.   he  had  been  calmly  asked  her  address.   he  had  stated  that  he  knew  it,  but  that  he  wasn't  going  to  say  it.   the  last  thing  she  needed  in  the  underground  was  someone  in  military  dress  coming  to  her  home.   it  would  bring  unwanted  attention,  especially  given  the  things  that  he  was  about  to  ask.

farlan's  stipend  would  more  than  likely  go  to  his  mother   ––   next  of  kin  or  family  or  whatever  that  bullshit  was.   but  he  had  bargained  that  isabel's  should  go  there  too   ––   she  had  no  family  save  for  levi,   &   levi  had  more  money  than  he  could  spend  now.   so  it  only  seems  fair  that  someone  who  can  use  it  gets  it.   then  there's  the  matter  of  bargaining  for  medicine  to  be  sent  down  once  a  month   ––   it  can  come  out  of  his  pay,  he  doesn't  care,  but  he  wants  it  sent.

these  are  his terms.   erwin  stares  at  him  for  a  long  moment  before  agreeing.   there's  something  in  his  eyes,  something  that  feels  far  too  knowing,   &   it  makes  levi  sink  down  in  the  chair  a  little,  arms  crossed  against  his  chest  that  feels  like  it's  caving  in. 

he  states  his last  term.

when  he  asks  for  an  escort,  erwin does  look  surprised  this  time.   he  had  thought  that  they  were  over  levi  being  a  flight  risk.   levi  thought  they  were  too.   but  he  doesn't  trust  himself  in  the  underground   ––   doesn't  trust  instinct  to  not  take  over.   doesn't  trust  the  grief  to  not  drag  him  under.

farlan's  cloak  is  folded  on  his  lap,  the  wings  of  freedom  staring  back  up  at  him.   it's  not  the  one  that  was  left  on  his  body  in  the  field   ––   it's  the  one  that's  lighter,  that  is  meant  for  training   &   every  day  dress  around  the  grounds.   the  spring  months  are  chilly   &   you  have  to  learn  how  to  fight  with  the  extra  momentum  of  the  fabric  as  well.   it  still  smells  like  farlan   ––   of  the  cologne  that  he  used  to  wear.   the  small  bottle  of  it  rests  in  the  box  that  he  keeps  under  his  bunk.   inside  is  isabel's  cloak   &   bird  feathers  that  she  had  found  during  training. 

truth  be  told,  he  doesn't  want  to  let  it  go.   it's  the  last  pieces  of  them  that  he  has   ––   he  doesn't  want  them  to  fade.   he  doesn't  want  to  watch  them  slip  by.   he  wonders  what  became  of  the  cloaks  on  the  field   ––   if  some  rabbits  took  scrapes  of  it  to  their  warrens,  if  squirrels  climbed  into  trees  with  them   &   fortified  their  nests.   he  thinks  that  isabel  would've  liked  that,  knowing  her  things  went  to  nature.

his  thumb  is  still  running  over  the  stitched  emblem  when  the  door  to  the  barracks  opens.   everyone's  gone   ––   they're  at  training  or  off,  some  in  the  mess  he  imagines   &   or  cleaning  stables.   levi  doesn't  truly  know  how  much  time  has  passed   ––   he  had  his  meeting  with  erwin  the  other  day.   he  has  been  sitting  here  for  far  too  long,  running  his  fingers  over  the  wings  of  freedom   &   not  wanting  to  let  farlan  go.

the  words  take  a  moment  to  register,  slate  eyes  flicking  upward,  squinting  against  the  light  at  mike's  back.   the  sun  keeps  poking  in   &   out  of  the  clouds.   the  ride  to  mitras  will  probably  include  rain.

    ❛   yeah,  thanks.   you'll  want  to  change  into  civvies  before  you  go  down  though.   i  don't  want  them  unwillingly  connected  to  military.  ❜      his  voice  feels  hollow   ––   his  fingers  grip  the  fabric  a  little  tighter.   he  will  have  to  pack  it  up  in  a  moment.   he  will  have  to  grab  his  horse   &   ride  to  mitras,  duck  to  the  underground  after  stabling  it   &   give  farlan's  mother  this  cloak.   give  the  last  piece  of  his  heart  that  he  has  left  over  to  a  mother  who  will  mourn,  who  does  not  know  him  or  his  face. 

he  wonders  how  many  times  mike   &   erwin  have  done  this.   how  many  times  shadis  has  done  it  that  he  doesn't  look  affected  any  longer.

levi  blows  out  a  breath  through  his  nose,  then  gets  up.   he  delicately  starts  to  pack  the  cloak,  wrapping  up  the  bottle  of  medicine  inside  of  it  so  that  it  won't  break  during  the  journey.   there's  a  long  moment  when  he  stares  before  he  laces  up  the  pack  that  he  was  given.   when  the  cloak  slips  out  of  view,  rain  starts  to  patter  down  on  the  windows  outside.

he  hoists  it  onto  his  shoulders.         ❛   i  trust  you  know  good  places  in  mitras  for  sparrow  to  be  housed  while  we're  underground.   i  won't  risk  her  down  there.   they'll  see  meat   &   nothing  else.   ❜    

levi  swallows  hard   &   he  feels  like  it  echoes  in  the  room.   but  for  once  he  is  not  full  of  fight   &   insubordination.   he  is  full  of  melancholy   &   a  heart  that  hurts.

#pontevoix #cc. ❝ levi ackerman ⧽ ❪ threads ❫

[levmada]

So I saw this post

On your profile

AND read your comment regarding if we wonder about what You think about Levi 🦋 The answer is yes.I personally think You being a psychology student makes all your perspectives even more interesting;and your talent with writing even Moore beautiful 💙❤️

Compliments aside though I would love to see your thoughts on Levi on a more personal level

Like why do You like him so much,is it because of his looks,his personality,maybe You have a more close to the heart (lol) reason for it? Because I personally relate yo him in a LOT of wats,especially his personality and the way he reacts to things.

Anyways I am not particularly great with words but i hope i got the point clear :c gimme your thoughts 😂😂😂

Nice to read You! byeee! 💖💖

BINGOOOOO🔥

i could write a whole dissertation on a thorough analysis on levi’s character tbh

i mean :( this man who quite literally came from nothing, fighting to live and losing everything he loves along the way, no matter what he does to protect them. because of his strength he feels SO much responsibility that even things out of his control are in the end his fault, things he needs to avenge.

like kenny leaving him?? levi thought it was bc he didn’t live up to his potential enough, he he became determined to be the strongest.

izzy and farlan?? he blamed his pride until erwin convinced him it was the titans. it became his mission in life to kill them all and make erwin’s dream realized.

his original squad?? levi was Very Clear when he told annie how he planned to torture her and make her regret what she did. this conflict was retconned in s4p2 convince me otherwise

he thinks the way eren turned out was his fault (him being levi’s responsibility from the start). his 30 comrades in the forest?? levi thinks he should have sussed out the poisoned wine. not to mention those times he let zeke get away.

baby feels he has NO worth other than his ability to fight. he is willing to become the worst person on earth if erwin’s dream can come true, and he even let erwin rest bc of the devil he was becoming even tho he believed it would doom humanity.

levi is simply. the most selfless character and also the most beautiful and brave and complex and badass. idek what else to say. ultimate blorbo status.

it’s SO much more than his looks dkvnsn canonically he looks so tired all the time and he’s so small that isayama cuts him off in most panels dkfnehfjr. ppl love to imagine levi tall but that’s just weird to me lmao. it doesn’t fit him at all. i think a large part of his character represents humanity’s strength itself as small but mighty hehe

i didn’t even Notice levi the first time i watched aot a million years ago?? but i think the type of person i am, i’m more attached to emotionally unavailable ppl who are v strong and v damaged. that’s mommy and daddy issues for u.

is levi my highest kin ever??? yes. abandonment issues? check. super awkward and cannot read social cues to save my life? also yes. emotionally constipated. loyal to a fault. always moving forward despite living thru a hell that would ruin other ppl?? this also. trauma. acts like the embodiment of a brick wall which behind waits the most sensitive person you’ve ever met?????? u bet.

i may or may not have latched onto aot in general when life was Awful so now aot is somehow my comfort show and him as my comfort character😭 i don’t think i can escape tbh

ONTO OTHER THINGS… the only reason majority of conflicts in aot existed (s2 as a whole, the rumbling fights, the yeagerists uprising in s4) was bc levi was somehow out of commission, injured, or had a plot excuse to not be there. such a waste imo.

absolutely got done dirty by fans who saw the 1 (one) scene from s1 when levi beat up eren TO PROVE THAT HE COULD HANDLE HIM as their sole proof that levi is a sadistic unfeeling asshole. those ppl watched the anime with their ass.

and please do not get me started on shipping levi with literal children and even incestually with his own cousin. gross.

lastly, irl i would be fuxking petrified to be around a stoic awkward person like him at first,,, but if shown 1 sign of who levi actually is i will fall immediately in love. i don’t make the rules.

my favorite character ever thank u for asking

#i have lots of opinions! #★play!★ #levi ackerman #i’ve never mentioned my stance on proshipping but there it is

[obscurekinoutpost]

hi, i'm a fictive of levi ackerman from attack on titan, looking for erwin smith, my squad, farlan, and isabel. i'm genaedum or kinaedum on here, or genardum#0886 on discord. i hate to admit it, but i miss people a lot, especially erwin, since the person i thought was my erwin turned out to not be him. please contact me.

#levi ackerman kin #attack in titan kin #erwin smith #farlan kin #isabel kin #genaedum #kin call #mod randall

[n00kiez]

kinnies PLEASE interact

I'm a Levi kinnie and I really wanna find canonmates!! more specifically I really want to find Isabel Magnolia and Farlan Church. But I'm also looking for other canonmates!! I only have my Hanji so far. pls help :')

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[ackerfics]

yellow — levi ackerman.

— levi ackerman x female reader (wizarding world au | harry potter au)

— warnings: none <3 just fluff

— summary: it’s the day of the ball and a special day at that. one that levi never paid attention to until this year. it’s a day filled with wishing he never took his first breath if it meant his mother’s last when he did. it’s a day of white lilies and the arctic chill of winter wonderlands. a day painted in death. that was until she painted everything yellow.

— word count: 7.5k

— notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEVI ^^ this fic is inspired by two asks who were requesting for an hp au with our beloved captain. it’s been a while since i’ve written something that reminds me of sleepless nights and nostalgia. i tried writing on a different route this time, mainly using levi’s point of view for the entire fic, with some insights on reader here and there. alsooo, my friend told me i give off ravenclaw vibes even tho i was sorted in gryffindor in pottermore so i feel like i connect with the house of blue and bronze more thru this fic.

side note, this is the dress i referenced, i had a hard time finding dress of that aesthetic but everything was worth it in the end because i found one. plus, i’m actually nervous about this one but to hell with it ^^ nonetheless, i hope you enjoy reading this !! consider this as my christmas gift to you. merry christmas, everyone!

reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3 | my masterlist

repost because tumblr is not my friend rn.

Yellow.

Levi doesn’t have a favourite colour — it’s something he never paid attention to while growing up. If someone were to ask him what he likes during cold days, he’d answer the bitter tang of black tea in a heartbeat. He can easily blurt out the candy his best friends always buys from Honeydukes (apparently, Erwin likes sugar quills just as much as the next wizard roaming in Hogwarts and Farlan adores chocolate frogs, saying that they’re hilarious to eat). Every single memory he created in the castle’s walls remained intact inside Levi’s mind, a vault of precious reels that sometimes play in a loop even when he’s trying so hard to pay attention to the Transfiguration spells McGonagall rapidly fires at their class. There are so many things he can list but he always falls short on one single thing — a fact so vital that some might even say it’s related to one’s personality trait. But Levi doesn’t care. He doesn’t get how someone’s first question in getting to know his character connects to what colour he strongly prefers.

Shades of yellow burst like splatters of paint in his vision.

Yeah, Levi doesn’t have one of those.

If one is part of the most notable pureblood families that became nearly extinct after Voldemort came into power all those years ago, it was expected that choosing a favourite colour became the least of his worries. When someone in search of strong allies comes for the remaining Ackerman wizards on the face of Europe, Levi never had time to think of childhood. His only surviving kin, an uncle by the name of Kenny the Ripper (a ruthless adversary to dark wizards), took him and his cousin under his wing and hid them in places not even the Death Eaters could chase after them. When they were old enough to be placed in Hogwarts, that was the time Kenny disappeared from the planet, never to be heard of again — like he was waiting for the time to get the brats from his hands. He was always saying that Hogwarts was the safest place for runts like them, though he had to wait two years to place Mikasa in the same place he left Levi.

Bullshit is Levi’s take on the matter.

How can he be safe when the fucking Chosen One goes to the same school as him? Even in the same year as his little cousin?

However, having a favourite colour is slowly materialising in front of him in the form of an unlikely individual.

“Is this seat taken?”

A third-year Levi looked up from making another sentence about Shrinking Solutions at a girl with a cheery disposition, who was carrying too many books in her arms. Levi had to squint to prevent himself from being blinded at her smile. It reminded him of the stars, the evening star to be exact. Judging from the books she was holding, she must be another Hufflepuff he didn’t know belonged in his year. After realising that he was staring at her for a good amount of time, Levi quickly looked down on his homework and shook his head. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her brighten immensely as if she was meant to shine.

“Thank Godric this spot is available. Who knows where I’d have to study if it weren’t.”

Levi discreetly glanced at her. His hand was still poised as if he was writing something, hoping that the girl was too busy organising her things to notice that he had long stopped finishing his paragraph. He had seen her a couple of times while passing the hallways to and from classes. She was always with that rambunctious brown-haired bespectacled person that never seemed to run out of conversation-starters. Now that she placed the books carefully around her spot on the long table, Levi picked up the noticeable shade of celestial blue in her tie.

Ravenclaw.

The House of human potential and wit beyond measure.

But what made Levi completely turn his head to her was the bright sunflower hair tie keeping her hair in a ponytail. Not to be someone who thinks of House stereotypes but finding something completely eye-catching like a sunflower hair tie on anyone that isn’t Hufflepuff painted Levi in bewilderment. Plus, he never knew her or her personality trait. It was just bizarre yet it fits her for some reason.

“Wait, is that Snape’s assigned homework?”

Levi met distinctly-colored eyes and briefly wondered if the overhead lights made her irises shine out of nowhere. He shook himself out of his stupor as the girl raised her eyebrow in curiosity. “I’m sorry,” Levi apologised with a slight shake of his head. “You were saying?”

She chuckled a bit. “What you’re writing on the parchment, it’s for Snape’s paper about Shrinking Solutions, right?”

It was a breath of fresh air. Finally, someone who wasn’t intimidated by the Ackerman name. He knew of his family’s reputation in the Wizarding World, some might say they never belonged to one House unlike other pureblood families or they’re too versed in their fields that they come off as unapproachable. For this particular girl, Levi was slightly shocked that she continued to start a conversation as if he’s a normal student without nobility as his last name.

“Yeah,” Levi found himself nodding, voice still barely a whisper. His eyes tore from her smile to the unfinished words on his parchment.

She sighed indignantly. “I never comprehend how Professor Snape just dumps this on our plates. The number of inches he requires for our essay doesn’t help either. The other unfinished essays on my part are begging to be written now that he assigned this to us.”

Levi nodded wordlessly. “It’s a pile of bullshit.”

“I know, right? Snape never has any mercy on those who aren’t Slytherin. I don’t remember Professor Flitwick favouring a whole class of us once in my life here.”

“Hmm.”

The onyx-haired boy never once looked up from his parchment. Upon hearing that she’s started writing, Levi inwardly let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t like any human interaction at the moment, seeing as he had a deadline to race. He hadn’t gotten past the halfway point of this essay. Taking a book from his pile, he opened to the many uses of Shrinking Solutions, choosing to elaborate on a specific point and hope that Snape would look past the flowery words that he was planning to write and give him a deserving mark. Now that he was slowly losing his touch with reality, Levi let the scratching of his quill flow around him as every word burst into life on his parchment. He could faintly hear someone flipping through a book beside him, also subjecting themselves to productivity. Levi was glad that this Ravenclaw was mindful enough to let them work in peace.

It was pretty uneventful. Minutes turned into hours as Levi finally placed a period in his last sentence. He expelled a breath, feeling the burden on his shoulders lessening as he stretched his arms above his head. One down, too many to go. He had to study for impromptu quizzes set for the following week, plus, he volunteered to help Professor Kettleburn with feeding the animals. With a final sigh, Levi stood up from his seat and tidied his things into his knapsack. The lack of movement in the seat next to him made him stop.

The girl was sleeping over her parchment, folded arms supporting her head. It looked like she had already finished her assignment. Fucking Ravenclaws and their innate talent of making schoolwork look like a piece of cake. An occasional hum came from her and Levi looked around the library to check if somebody heard her snoring. To their luck, the library was empty save for the two of them.

Without thinking about it, Levi gingerly shook her shoulder. “Hey, sunflower, wake up. It’s nearing dinner.” She only shrugged his hand off her shoulder. Levi tried again. “Sunflower.” He shook her shoulder harder albeit still gentle so as not to startle her. “Bloody hell.” Why did he even think this was a good idea — waking her up. She slept like a log. After a couple of attempts, Sunflower finally stirred from her slumber, her eyes squeezing shut before blinking up at an unimpressed Levi. “Good fucking morning, yellow,” he greeted her dryly.

“Yellow?” she murmured groggily, mind still in a drowsy haze as he lifted her head from her arms.

Levi merely rolled his eyes before fixing his knapsack over his shoulders and started making his way to the huge double doors of the library.

The girl was left baffled at the lack of response, her gaze following the onyx-haired wizard out of the library. With that, the Ravenclaw witch finally had her first encounter with the famed Ackerman. Of course, she was curious about him back when they were first years. He always kept to himself most of the time with that brooding expression of his that only rewarded him of one friend his entire stay in Hogwarts (if people could count the relentless pestering he got from one of her Housemates, Farlan Church, as a pact of friendship). Still, she wondered what compelled him to actually speak some words to her, even calling her nicknames (even though the reason was that he doesn’t know her name). Again, the Ravenclaw found herself looking at the huge clock on the library wall. With a start, she stood up and frantically shoved all her borrowed books and parchment into her shoulder bag. Hange would start worrying about her if she entered the Great Hall a minute late for dinner.

“Oh, bollocks, I hope Hange saved me a seat at the table,” she kept muttering until she went out of the chamber.

The next day, Levi got himself a gift from a Ravenclaw boy he knew to be Farlan. He was saying that Levi’s a lucky guy for getting a packet of sweets from one of the prettiest girls in their year, something Levi brushed off with a dismissive wave. It was a small package of sugar cookies from the breakfast earlier that day. It was a dainty gift, something he didn’t mind unless he had his tea with him. What surprised him, however, was the small note hanging from the mouth of the bag.

Thank you for waking me up in time for dinner.

— Yellow

Levi still has the note to this day and he is fucking ashamed of himself for keeping it.

It’s ironic how that nickname stuck when he’s the Hufflepuff one.

He didn’t even know her name at that time.

“Guess we’re partners today.”

For some reason, Snape partnered Levi with Yellow, the girl he woke up in the library a year prior. For their Potions class, they were assigned to learn and make Skele-gro for the day. Levi never comprehended how the Slytherin Head took it upon himself to warn them about the curriculum, how this year was supposed to be for researching poison antidotes before Christmas strikes across the castle. Great, he had to avoid a close encounter with death for his birthday. The potion they were trying to master for the day was just the start of another hectic year under the pointy nose of the dingbat that is Severus Snape. As he was about to flip through the section for Skele-gro, the chair beside him familiarly screeched.

Like deja vu, Levi looked up to the smiling Ravenclaw he nicknamed Yellow.

Levi only hummed and nodded with a blank expression plastered on his face, going back to his skimming. The girl made herself comfortable at his desk, also opening her book to where the detailed recipe for Skele-gro was etched on. He never missed how she kept glancing at him with curious eyes. It was making his skin itch, his temples tingling at the eye contact.

“What?” He couldn’t help but ask, not looking up from reading through the list of ingredients.

“[Name] [Last Name],” Yellow casually supplied.

Levi flickered his eyes to her brilliant ones.

At his furrowed brows, she cleared up, “Thought you didn’t hear it when Professor Snape called for our names, which is why I transferred to your desk. Plus, I never introduced myself in the library last year. It’s just common courtesy since I have an idea of who you are.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, a sneer pulling on his face. “Oh, yeah? Care to tell me what rumour you heard to have an idea about me?” He was expecting something about his uncle or family, how he was practically an orphan like the Chosen One who just entered this year since his said uncle vanished from the face of the planet. He was also expecting along the lines of him being the coldest Hufflepuff, how it was a miracle that such a rude-looking individual got the Sorting Hat shouting Hufflepuff at the top of its lungs (if it had any).

Yellow (he was going to keep calling her that, seeing as she now has a bright dandelion yellow ribbon tying her hair in a low half ponytail) returned the gesture of raising her eyebrow, surprised at the guarded expression on her classmate’s face. She tilted her head, akin to a dog. “I heard your name in the halls too often the past weeks. You’re the top scorer in the last Quidditch game, yes? The one who gave Hufflepuff their win. Some are saying that you’re to thank for having Hufflepuff a place higher than Ravenclaw in the Inter-House.”

Her tone didn’t indicate any bitterness. For the first time in his life, somebody took Levi by surprise. Of course, people were talking about how Hufflepuff dragged Ravenclaw to the ground with a huge point difference. Levi never thought that his points mattered, it was Diggory’s job as their Seeker to win the game. Levi’s voice wavered as he uttered, “Uh, I-I see.” He turned back to his book, cheeks starting to warm.

Yellow giggled before clapping her hands together. “Let’s gather the ingredients, shall we, Mr. Ackerman?”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Please don’t call me that.”

“What should I call you then?”

“I have a name, you know. If you keep calling me that, you’re going to sound like McGonagall when she’s trying to make me speak in class.”

She laughed — a pleasant sound, much to Levi’s surprise. “Well, Levi, can you help me gather the ingredients for this potion?”

Levi blinked at her before standing up from his seat. “Let’s go, then.” When he registered that she wasn’t following him, he turned his head to find her staring at him with a small smile. “Oi, hurry up, Yellow, we don’t have all day.”

“I’m coming! Hey, wait up.”

“You’re too slow. We’re going to run out of the good ones with your pace, you know.”

“Making potions doesn’t have anything to do with how bad an ingredient is. You just have to make sure you know how to adapt when you have one.”

“You Ravenclaws and your idiotic reasonings.”

“Hey! I take great offence to that!”

“Good.”

She sputtered and Levi had to prevent a small smile from surfacing.

The girl named [Name] ignites so many emotions inside him that he thought was impossible. She manages to make him feel everything all at once with one look at her. All it takes is one look and he’s falling deeper into a pit that he has no clue of. The fourth year was spring, the fifth year was the catalyst.

Levi’s heart was pounding.

This can’t be happening. Why the fuck was this happening in the first place? Who in their right mind would put a fucking threat inside Hogwarts?

Levi swore his heart stopped when Hange, [Name]’s best friend, came barreling towards him in the middle of the hallway. He was talking to Erwin, a Slytherin Prefect who he was once cautious of because of his unnerving way of approaching people. (“Levi Ackerman, correct? Would you dedicate your heart to fight for what’s right in this battle between light and dark?”) Erwin was in the middle of telling Levi of this muggle contraption, something called a flashlight, when Hange stopped in front of them while shouting for Levi. He remembered Hange panting as if all air was sucked from their body, hands on their knees as they crouched. Their glasses were askew when they lifted their head, their next words dousing Levi in the freezing waters of the polar tundras.

“[N-Name], s-she,” Hange panted before continuing, “she’s petrified!”

Levi wasted no time in racing towards the Hospital Wing. He could hear Hange’s feet padding behind him but all he could think about was Yellow. He knew she wasn’t of pureblood, with her parents being from one of the other. It was a fact that was randomly brought out during one of their late-night talk sessions in the Astronomy Tower. Perks of being Hufflepuff’s Prefect. Levi cursed himself for thinking about those nights when she needed him in the Hospital Wing. His mind came to a blank slate when he asked himself what help could he give to her, to Madam Pomfrey and the professors concocting a cure for the petrified victims. With a fervent shake of his head, Levi ran even faster. Enough of the doubts. Yellow needed him right fucking now. She was petrified for fuck’s sake.

The condition of the Hospital Wing was heart-wrenching. Students were occupying the bedside of those who were affected by the petrification. From what Levi could recall, the last victims were Hermione Granger and Penelope Clearwater. If it wasn’t him, Hange was by her side or someone from her House if the former was too busy with their experiments. How come Yellow was petrified, too?

“Madam Pomfrey,” Levi called out.

The matron of Hogwarts turned around. “Mr. Ackerman, this way. Thank you for bringing him here, Hange.”

“No problem, Madam Pomfrey,” Hange answered. “[Name] would want it that way.”

Levi paused when he reached the bedside of his closest friend. What was causing these petrifications? Mindlessly, the onyx-haired boy gently ran his fingers on [Name]’s arm. From what Levi could tell, she was petrified when she was walking, head tilted to a certain direction, most likely the reflective surface she was staring at while the unknown culprit poised for the kill. His hand crept higher until he could feel the chill coming from her frozen face. Levi’s eyes drooped in regret for not being there with her. Curse their unaligned schedules this year. His fingers traced flowers on her skin, a message travelling from his fingertips, begging for her to wake up and come back to him. His chest was pinching now and then, jaw clenched and other hand curled in a tight fist.

“Don’t blame yourself, Levi,” Hange’s voice resounded from somewhere.

Levi never took his gaze from [Name]. “Why her?”

“Nobody knows the reason why the other students got petrified as well.”

“Yeah, but why her? She’s not even remotely close to the three idiots.”

“The others are not close to them, too, Levi.”

“I know,” Levi gritted. “But if that Potter kid doesn’t do anything about this, he’s going to know real hexes before he moves up another year.”

“Levi,” Hange whispered. “They’re right there on the other side of the room.”

Levi turned around and faced the direction where Potter and that redhead friend of his were situated. “Oi, Potter,” his voice boomed across the Hospital Wing. He saw how the said boy flinched at the threatening utterance of his name. Their eyes were wide when they knew of the person who called them. Levi wasn’t exactly a nice person to others despite being a Hufflepuff. The most they saw him smile was probably with the girl he was visiting. “If you don’t put a stop on this fucking shitshow, expect getting your arse kicked not only in Quidditch.” He didn’t care that the other occupants in the Hospital Wing stared at him as if they caught him cheating on a Quidditch game. “Not to put pressure on you but ever since last year, you earned quite a reputation in Hogwarts. You’re the only one who can stop this.”

That was Levi’s first interaction with the Chosen One.

“Levi, that was pretty harsh,” Hange stage-whispered with their hand covering their mouth.

Levi scoffed. “Harsh? That kid has a lot on his plate. I’m pretty sure he can handle a few blunt remarks here and there.”

“[Name] will be mad at you when she wakes up.”

“Yeah, I know.”

It’s safe to say that when Yellow woke up, not only did she paint his world with that colour, she also made sure to berate Levi for threatening a junior like that. It was pretty worth it actually because Levi finally heard her voice. His day was not the same without her voice twinkling like a fairy’s. So, when they were in their nightly meeting place, Levi leaned his head against hers as she talked his ear off, giving him his most peaceful rest in the entirety of his life.

“People often see Ravenclaws too shallowly.”

“Oh?” Levi murmured against her hair, breathing in the scent of her fruity shampoo, and shoulders touching while the stars looked on the two rumoured lovers.

[Name]’s fingers trailed over the yellowed pages of the book she borrowed from the library. This night was about mermaids, sirens, and their in-depth history. Creatures so magical that it enticed her while roaming around the library for hours on end just looking for the reference book containing the spells Professor McGonagall assigned for the entire class to study. The practical examination would have to wait if it meant quenching her curiosity. She was at the part where there was more than one kind of the alluring sea mystics, having stopped on the page that depicted the mermaids Muggle fairy tales usually described. The illustration of the flowy locks of hair and iridescent fins spurred the discussion unfolding at the moment.

The smile on her face was like the first effect of Amortentia on Levi.

“Care to tell me what’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?” Levi asked, taking one of her hands to draw random patterns that mimicked the mermaids’ hair in the book.

“Smart. Quick-witted. Wise. Those are usually the words associated with our House. It’s sometimes linked to the shut-in bookworms.” Her voice was so soft that Levi had to lessen their distance until her breath could be felt on his skin. It was doing wonders to his pattering heart, but he chose to swallow the rising flower petals in his throat and let the waves of friendship wash over him. His heart lurched when he felt her dainty fingers tap his fingertips. She continued telling him with a light chuckle, “I like to think we’re more than that.”

Levi tilted his head. The moonlight washing over her figure outlined her hair glow a beautiful silver. The blessing of the Moon granted her miniature stars on her eyelashes.

“People forget that the human mind is capable of many things — that there is more than what meets the eye. Logic and reasoning are not the only things that bind us as a House. Yes, we have the smartest students in our dormitories but if we were driven mostly by facts, Hermione Granger should be a Ravenclaw.” Yellow buried her face more in her scarf, embarrassed that she said the last statement. She heard Levi laugh through his nose beside her, an indication that he agreed. “Nevertheless, I personally think that Ravenclaw is the House of the Arts and seeing life in curiosity. We explore the capacity of the human mind just as much as Gryffindors explore the tangible world. Within the human mind comes creativity, which births music, art, literature, and magic. It’s quite sad when I hear people refer to us as the dorks, that we’re incapable of looking up from our books.”

“You’re a dreamer in my eyes.” Levi lowered his voice even though it was only the two of them in one section of the Astronomy Tower. A look of surprise flashed on her face as their gazes met. “From what I can gather, not only are you and your Housemates the most formidable people I know, you Ravenclaws carry the stars inside you. And for me, you carry the brightest one in the entire galaxy.”

The splashes of yellow created a symphony of first love.

A graceful smile pulled on [Name]’s lips. “And you’re an adventurer in my eyes.”

Levi imperceptibly narrowed his eyes. “I think you mixed me with the wrong House, Yellow.”

One of his favourite sounds rang true in the chamber. The remnants of her laugh remained as a huge smile as she said, “An adventure for the sake of an adventure, that’s what you are.” At the curious raise of his eyebrow, [Name] elaborated. “There are adventurers who let their purpose be driven by knowledge, glory, and power, but, Vi, you go out to explore the world simply because you have the heart and courage to do it without a goal in mind. You value the things you find along the way, having no regrets and being proud of doing the right things no matter how small they are. You let your heart guide you and I know that’s the most amazing trait a person could ever have. And you have it, every single day when I’m with you. You’re shamelessly human and I think that’s the most beautiful thing ever, Levi.”

The pink on Levi’s cheeks travelled towards his ears, heating his face until he could feel his entire body ignite like a furnace. [Name] had no idea the effects she had on him. The beat of his heart became too loud that he feared she might hear it as well. There’s no doubt that he was looking at her like she had the entire universe painted on her body. Every word went straight to his heart as if Cupid had a good time launching a multitude of arrows in his direction.

What a fucking pulchritudinous person. And she had him speechless.

[Name]’s face twisted in concern at his silence. “Did I say too much?” She tended to overshare things, sometimes over-analyze some of her friends to the point of distancing.

Levi blinked. “N-No, you’re—”

She looked away from him with a sheepish laugh. “Prying, I know.”

His hand cupped her cheek in the most gentle way possible like she was the most fragile thing to ever exist on the planet. Which she was starting to become to him. Her wonder was something he vowed to protect. He slowly placed his forehead against hers, thumb caressing the apple of her cheek. “You’re,” he breathed before gulping, “absolutely brilliant.”

“You’ve said that a hundred times since we met, Vi. Well, since last year because you’re so quiet when we were in our third or fourth years.”

“And I’ll never get tired of saying it. You have a way with things and words that makes me feel so … at home.” He was about to say his feelings outright but good thing he caught himself before blurting everything out in the open. “I don’t know how to explain it.” Oh, he did. The courage bestowed by his House vanished in thin air. “But you are so amazing that I can’t help but think you’re way out of my league.”

“I should be the one to say that,” she retaliated. “Have you heard of what they say about you?”

A glint of amusement sparkled Levi’s eyes. “Hmm? What do they say?”

She cleared her throat, posture straightened with a determined look on her visage. The smile on her face never wavered as she iterated, “The vice-captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team and the most remarkable Chaser in all of Hogwarts. The kindest student for helping the professors without asking for anything in return. The most enigmatic student in the castle captured the interest of the whole student body. I must say, there are far more things that they say but those three make up the summary.”

“But what do you think of them?”

“What?” She was taken aback.

“What do you think of what they say about me?”

“I think it’s true to the Levi I have known for three years.”

Once again, he expected that answer but he still found himself flushing. He hoped she didn’t pick up on that. It was merely a question to feed his curiosity of what the person of his affections thought of him. He cleared his throat. “Hmm.”

“I never lie, Levi. You are all of those things and so much more. I’ve seen you fly through the stadium during your matches and you’re glowing like the Sun. I’ve helped you offer your aid to the professors and even though you never smile around them, I can tell that you enjoy doing good deeds without any rewards. Your mysterious persona was what captured my interest in the first place. I’ve always wanted to talk to you but you seem to glare at every breathing thing once they step within a three-metre radius. But behind everything that they say, I’ve seen you talk so animatedly about your favourite Quidditch teams or your favourite subjects.” [Name] gently placed her palm against Levi’s warm cheeks. “In conclusion, you’re the one that’s way out of my league.”

Levi rolled his eyes, shying away from her grasp. “Okay, okay, I get it,” he murmured. “Can we talk about mermaids now?”

She laughed. “Of course, Vi. Whatever you want.”

He never knew that the human heart could beat this fast.

A dreamer and an adventurer written in the stars.

“Ackerman.”

What a fucking good start.

“Yes, Professor?” Levi forced out a polite tone.

Snape looked down at him and Levi stared right back.

“Can you tell me what potion is on the table right now?” Snape said in that drawl of his that seemed to make Levi’s skin crawl.

Levi glanced at the table in front of the entire class and inwardly grimaced. “Amortentia, Professor, the strongest love potion. One whiff of it becomes the most attractive to one person even if they’re unaware of their fondness for the reason behind the scent. It is said to invoke extreme infatuation that becomes an obsession once you’re administered it.”

“Very well, ten points to Hufflepuff,” Snape rewarded.

Please, don’t call names to announce what we can smell.

“Smith, what’s the next potion?”

Levi visibly let out a breath of relief. Across the room, he caught the eye of Erwin and the fucking tree had the audacity to knowingly smile before answering Snape. He knew that look. He was always on the receiving end of that look, whether from Hange, Erwin, Farlan, or Mike. It always had something to do with a certain Ravenclaw who had an affinity for his House colour. The last time he received that look was when Erwin caught him staring at [Name] for a long period, describing Levi’s face as someone who just drank all the love potions in the Wizarding World. Was he that subtle with his feelings for her or was his Yellow just oblivious? Maybe shifting to the latter because his entire friend circle would sometimes remind him that his drool was starting to show with all the gawking he did. Day by day, he was getting closer to socking someone in the face.

As the class went on, as usual, a theory-oriented one that everybody was wishing for, Levi detected the most addicting scents entering his senses. He felt himself droop in comfort; it was a tantalising sillage of a mixture of fruits (bananas, strawberries, and lemon — almost a fruit salad), pages of an old book that was most likely from the library, and—Levi had to prevent himself from looking like an idiot in the middle of class.

It was only when he resurfaced from the Slytherin dungeons with Erwin that he felt his whole face burn. He never heard Erwin tell him, “You look like a tomato, Levi.” All he saw was his Yellow, walking towards the staircase, her Ravenclaw robes flattering her. The sight of that infamous hair tie that captured his attention greeted his vision when she ascended on the stairs to the Divination classroom.

The last scent was a field of sunflowers.

Levi shakes himself from his daydreams to not let the others know he’s not paying attention. Butterbeer overpowers the interior of the Three Broomsticks as a good number of Hogwarts students spend their holidays in the castle, courtesy of the Triwizard Tournament. His group of friends is mostly there to buy things for the Yule Ball, a troublesome event that will take place in a few days and the subject of Levi’s annoyance. In the course of three days, Levi received a total of four proposals from girls he never knew existed in Hogwarts. All of them he rejected and now he’s placed in a situation where he was aware that some boys might ask [Name] to be their partner for the Yule Ball. His hand on his mug of Butterbeer tightens at the thought.

“You should ask her, Levi,” Erwin says from in front of him.

Levi hums and takes a sip of his beverage. “What’s to say she already said yes to the others who asked her?”

Farlan snorts. “You think Miss Head Girl said yes to them?”

“She said yes to you when you asked her to hang out in Hogsmeade to ward off your ex or Erwin when he needed a date for his parents’ gala or something.”

“That’s because we’re her friends, Levi,” Erwin supplies but it’s obvious Levi is starting to overthink. “And I doubt she wants either of us to ask her to the ball.” He shares a knowing glance with Farlan, who shrugs with a mirthful grin on his face. Both of them know how Levi fancies the brilliant Ravenclaw everybody in Hogwarts seems to adore as well. They’re the witness to his floundering whenever she’s around, how he appears to be fidgeting with his fingers, or the tell-tale flush that’s prominent on his skin. “So I think you should go and ask her. She’s definitely not going to say no. I mean, it’s you we’re talking about.”

“What do you mean?” Levi raises an eyebrow.

Farlan rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on! Don’t pretend that you two are not the rumoured lovers. We’ve seen everything, Levi. You can’t deny that she returns your feelings. Everyone can see that she does.”

Levi scoffs a laugh. “No, she doesn’t. Why would she? I mean, I’m not exactly deserving of her. She’s …” He slowly blinks at his mug, a sheen of yellow-coloured glasses covering his eyes. “Luminous.”

Snickers ring from across him, successfully annoying the hell out of him.

“You’re drooling, Levi,” Farlan guffaws.

Erwin chuckles. “Which is more reason for you to ask her. I know she’ll say yes. Come on, when has she ever turned down any of your Hogsmeade invitations.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, I never invited her,” Levi drawls. “It’s the other way around.”

“There you go!” Farlan points out with his hand gripping the handle of his mug, mouth outlined with froth from his drink. “She never asked other people to go with her, it’s always you! So, make the first move this time. Ask her to be your date for the ball and I bet she’ll appreciate that more.” The blond leans forward as he places his mug on the table. His gaze arrests Levi, who’s about to bail and make a run for it. Farlan has an idea that Levi is adamant to get out of the hot seat. “If you spoke about your feelings to her, all of us know that love will return. Would you rather let it be spoken inside you until it becomes too soft for her to hear?”

Levi glowers at Farlan, jaw clenching at his friend’s words. “Damn Ravenclaws and their logic.”

“Am I wrong though?”

The onyx-haired boy breathes out a sigh.

“It’s your call, Levi,” Erwin tries to help.

It takes Levi a couple of minutes to collect himself. The outcome of the proposal is walking down on the grand staircase of the castle, taking the breath of everyone that’s watching.

Yellow.

It’s the day of the ball and a special day at that. One that Levi never paid attention to until this year. It’s a day filled with wishing he never took his first breath if it meant his mother’s last when he did. It’s a day of white lilies and the arctic chill of winter wonderlands. A day painted in death. That was until she painted everything in yellow.

Tulle and silk flutter against the steps, a goddess descending from the heavens — too divine for a mortal eye. And Levi is a devout follower. The goddess in question is a wearer of blue and bronze but she dons the colour yellow like the luminary that she is. Every clink of her shoes on the floor lessens the distance until she stands in front of her temple. The gown is a simple one yet she shines amongst the silver and dull colours in the chamber. Attached to the bodice are tulle off-shoulder sleeves coming to her wrists. Adorned on the dress’ material are little crystals akin to dewdrops. Her temples carry delicate gold flower headpieces, with tiny jewels to match the crystals on her dress. Levi is once again speechless and he only stands there with his mouth slightly open and eyes wide, taking her in.

[Name], his Yellow, is a divine deity of beauty and wisdom among mortals.

“Happy birthday, Levi,” she greets with a beautiful smile that makes him weak in the knees.

Levi closes his mouth, gulping his nervousness. “Thank you,” he whispers, too scared for his voice to crack if he modulates it.

Her laugh is like the fairies in the immense ceiling above them. He swears everything brightens at the sound. “Did somebody take your tongue? I swear this is the quietest you’ve ever been. Is something wrong?”

Levi inhales a deep breath. “No, nothing is wrong. I …” You’re so beautiful. He wants to say that but no words are coming out of his mouth. He’s starting to feel his hands becoming clammy and his heart dancing to a nervous tune. “You clean yourself nicely, I see.”

She playfully rolls her eyes. “You clean up nicely as well, Mr. Ackerman.”

“Shall we?” Levi offers his arm, still focused on the beauty in front of him.

“We shall.”

The Yule Ball is an event for lovers. Of friends and newfound sparks. It’s a night of magic.

For once in Levi’s life, he never thought of how his mother gave up her life for him to experience the world in its rawest form. For once in his life, Levi never wants this day to end. He will not let anything take away what’s standing in front of him. He feels Time at a standstill. As they dance to the orchestra’s waltz, Levi feels his lips tugging in a smile and he lets it surface on his face. He can see the glimmer of awe in her irises and his smile grows, foreheads softly pressing on each other. Their noses are touching and the little snow magic flurrying around them adds to the romance. Everybody vanishes from sight, just the two of them in this gentle winter wonderland. Levi knows that the moment they met was the day he realised he finally found his home. That little sunflower keeping her hair together, the laughs that warm the entire room, the yellowed pages she brushes her fingers on, and the glimmer of a promise of forever present in her smile.

It’s the first time Levi feels happiness on his birthday. A feat that will be remembered for years on end.

When the waltz dies down and the thumps of a rock band are waking the fairies from their perch, Levi lets [Name] pull him from the Great Hall. Their shadows dance on the walls, silently prancing from the professors’ sights until they come to their spot in the Astronomy tower. There are a couple of people there, lovers needing the recluse from all the festivities. The gentle hand encasing his own pulls him to their usual spot, right next to the balcony overseeing the entirety of the Hogwarts property. The stars above are shining more than ever, for winter is at its peak. Real flurries of snow tip-toe inside to their spot, kissing their skin in a reassurance that the night won’t be as cold as they perceived it to be.

“I couldn’t thank you enough for getting me out of the misery of watching a concert,” Levi states, hand now encasing hers, with the other finding home in her waist.

She laughs before shivering at the winter breeze. Instantly, Levi takes off the jacket of his robes, tenderly putting it on her shoulders. Upon doing so, their gazes meet and he can feel himself leaning in, both of his hands now pulling her in by her waist until their chests are against each other. It doesn’t register to him that she’s doing the same. Maybe it’s the magic of winter or the wish he foolishly made earlier in the day to give him a moment of peace with his Yellow. A surge of confidence takes over him.

“Yellow reminds me of you.”

“Really?” Her voice is soft-spoken.

Levi’s lips descend first on her cheek. “Yes. You make me warm all over like I just touched the Sun without falling like Icarus.” Next, he brushes them on the corner of her lips. “I never once thought that my House colour could bring me so much comfort and homeliness. I never thought that — until I met you.” He looks at her in the eye and finds them glassy with unshed tears. “You invoke so much happiness in me like no one else does. Every day when you’re with me, I feel like the best person I can be. You’re my reason, my biggest adventure, my haven, [Name].

“You’re my favourite colour.”

“And you’ve always been mine, Levi. Right from the start, I know that it’s you.” [Name] tilts her head, her lips brushing on his. “I dream of you every single day. I might not say this out loud in flowering words but I’m so happy right now. I feel like I can catch falling stars, knowing that you return my feelings.”

Levi’s eyelids flutter. “Return my feelings?”

“Yes,” she gleefully giggles. “I fancy you, too, Levi Ackerman.”

“You just made me the happiest, Yellow.”

Their lips meet and suddenly everything feels right and whole.

It’s soft and unyielding — their love for one another. When they pull away, all they can see is each other. Another kiss is placed on her cheek, a hum of a laugh coming from Levi as a smile once again becomes visible. [Name] effortlessly elicits them from him. Their hearts are offered to one another to keep as well as their hands to hold.

“This is officially the best birthday.”

“Oh!” [Name] slightly pulls away from a confused Levi, her hands opening her extendable purse. From the confines of her bag, she waves a present in front of Levi, wrapped pretty with a golden bow.

“You shouldn’t have.” In reality, his heart is full, as indicated by his smile.

“Of course, I should have.” She hands it to him, eager to see his reaction. “It’s the special day of my favourite person.”

Taking his hands off her waist, Levi chuckles while unwrapping his present. His eyes slowly widen at what seems to be a thick hardbound book. It’s bulging and he curiously opens to the title page. He glances at her giddy smile at the words she wrote on the paper. A Page a Day. On the next page, his heart races in his chest, spurring the butterflies to fiercely beat their wings. For my Yellow. “How did you—”

“It’s mainly because you’re a Hufflepuff. Did I ever tell you that yellow suits you the best?”

Levi hums with a smile. “We really do think alike.”

“Great minds, they say.”

He playfully rolls his eyes, continuing on his journey with his present. He then discovers that the book carries a tea bag for each day, every single one a different flavour with little handwritten notes under the tea bag. Utterly stunning. “Did I ever mention that you’re absolutely brilliant?”

[Name] looks away with a grin. “Only about a thousand times now. I assume you like the present?”

“You have no idea,“ Levi utters. "Come here.” He pulls her in his arms, his favourite sound becoming music to his ears.

Another kiss has been shared and birthdays are never the same again for one adventurer — his dreamer finally in his reach.

#rorywrites #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman aot #levi attack on titan #levi x reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi x fem!reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan imagines #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #snk imagines #snk x you #levi fluff #unedited stuff njsdnj

[ereri-lost-and-found]

Can you recommend me some long fic with top eren? Thank you!

Here you go~

Shut the World Out by mandrs

(Rated E, 112,165 words, multichapter, complete, TW suicidal thoughts and many more. Read the tags on fic)

Eren Jaeger's life was perfect. The perfect house, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect friends. It wasn't until he met Ymir Fritz that he realized just how boring perfect could be, when living the dream started to feel something more like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

But being around Ymir was like chasing wildfire. She made his blood burn with adrenaline. For the first time in years, Eren could feel something new, something exciting. It was dangerous but so very addicting, the highs and the lows melting together in a confusing new reality. He was alive, and in the dark space between his shadow and his soul, it felt spectacular. But how long will that last before reality comes crashing down around him?

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Once More, Like it's Our Last by tainted_ashes

(Rated E, 106,966 words, multichapter, complete)

After the death of his Uncle Kenny, Levi finds he's put in a position as the new guardian of his cousin, Mikasa. When his partner isn't pleased with the idea of taking the young Ackerman into their home, the raven impulsively decides that the two of them need a fresh start. So they move to the sleepy town of Shiganshina where their future is met when a teacher with a smile that was as brilliant as the sun itself enters their lives.

Part 1 of Once More, Like it's Our Last

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Hang the Stars by Voleyn

(Rated E, 160,201 words, multichapter, complete)

Eren Jaeger had long grown bored of his life of comfort as a doctor’s son in England, soon to take up the mantle of running his father’s clinic with his father's retirement rapidly approaching. When he heard about the discovery of a new, unexplored land and an expedition that had need of medics, his adventurous soul flared to life and he left behind everything he knew with barely a backwards glance to forge through new and untested territory.

Levi is an omega masquerading as a beta among the sprite community he and his makeshift family settled into after tragedy struck their old home. Though he lived openly as an omega among his forward-thinking kin for most of his life, he had no desire to be pushed into a role he had no desire to fill at their new home if he revealed his true dynamic. With Isabel and Farlan’s help, they adjust and can even call themselves content, except for the inexplicable itch of wanderlust that has recently been calling to him.

Their discovery of one another, a split-second decision and an odd twist of fate result in their lives being changed and entangled in ways neither of them had ever anticipated.

Part 1 of Moonlit Tides

#ereri fanfic #ereri #riren #snk #aot #over 100k #multichapter #complete #top eren #fluff #angst #hurt comfort #fantasy #fae #omegaverse #college #modern au #established relationship #parents #single parent #friends to lovers #suicide #drug use #alocholism #depression #abuse #domestic abuse #panic attacks

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My Jolly Sailor Bold

A/N: Levi x mermaid!reader that got away from me. Listen to THIS while reading if you like! Please enjoy!

“My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.”

The other sirens never understood, the unwavering dedication to the first sailor you ever set eyes on a topic you didn’t dare broach in their presence. Their advice was always the same. “Lure him, devour him, be with him forever.” Thankfully you didn’t have to chat with them often, preferring to be alone. After all, you were territorial creatures by nature, gathering only when there was enough prey for everyone.

When you were first given the ocean’s blessing, you wandered the islands and ragged rocky cliffs, unable to get up enough courage to venture out too far. But you could only sit around humming and braiding hair for so long before all you wanted to do was to lure yourself into the depths out of sheer boredom. Over time, your mortal memories faded like the waning sun over the horizon, snuffed out by the sea, but you never seemed to forget him and his silver eyes.

How could you explain that it was not his life you wanted, something even you couldn’t quite reconcile. Perhaps it was because you had first laid eyes on him when you were still human, a stroll about the town leading to the harbour, as it always did. Your feet took you to the sea, its façade of calmness calling, beckoning with azure waters and white crested tips begging to caress your soft mortal form. Soft crying from the harbour was no rare sight, but for some reason on that day, you could not look away. His hands around her, she sobbed into his chest, fiery pigtails drooping with her mood.

“Brother. If you leave, I fear you may not come back. Look how the sea rages. What about me? Farlan?”

As much as you tried to remember, the memory always ended there. Never more, never less.

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The night was a dark one and the sea was displeased, waves crashing and roaring, a wicked storm brewing to the east, threatening to overtake the ghostly white rays of the moonlight that flirted with the waters. You hummed your song, basking in the light of the ocean’s mistress when in the distance, the telltale creak and groan of wood straining and the useless splash of oars echoed. A small craft was making its way through the waters, no doubt en route to the small desert island nearby. Some pour soul was being marooned.

The splashes grew as the water around you started to tremble, your sisters voices bubbling from the depth as they breached the surface, doe eyed, soft smiles hiding wicked fangs tainted with blood, harmonies as deadly as they were beautiful.

With a flick of your tail, you joined in the fray, choosing to keep your song hidden for now, watching from a safe distance as the men scrambled over each other to lean over the edge, into the beckoning arms of the fair maidens in the water.

“Are you my jolly sailor bold?” your sister’s question flitted through the air, voice saccharine and soft, smile disarming, the uniformed man barely whispering an “Aye.” in response before his face and puckered lips hit the water, disappearing into the depth, led to his demise by her beautiful deadly force. One by one your kin took their spoils, meals savored, trinkets from their victims made into bobbits and hair pieces to be worn with pride. The only sign of the bloodshed was the occasional scrap of uniform that floated back up to the surface and the round, innocent bubbles that shattered into the air.

As the last man was taken into frigid waters by welcoming arms, you approached the craft, abandoned oars squeaking weakly against rusted metal rivets. Elbows, arms, chin. Carefully, you lay your arms along the smooth side of the boat and peered into it, suddenly realizing why something wouldn’t quite let you leave.

Another soul was left in the boat, hands tied behind his back, ankles bound, stained and tattered cloth over his eyes. Your eyes roved over his body, dressed plainly in a white shirt and dark vest, an ugly brand of the letter ‘P’ shone against the skin of his forearm, breath catching as he began to stir.

His hair was damp, bangs sticking to the uncovered portions of a forehead slick with sweat, brows furrowed, grunting as he struggled, when a blade suddenly clattering along the slick deck. You fought against your instincts to either dive and disappear, or to start singing before the knife was turned on you. Wary eyes fixed on the man, following every move as he held the knife between pale fingers, running it along bindings, gentle swishes of your tail keeping the boat from straying.

Whatever possessed you to hide the lower half of your face when he finally freed his hands and tore the blindfold off disappeared in an instant when grey eyes blinked, focusing and widening as they met yours.

It was him. The sailor from what fragments of memories you managed to hold dear.

“Siren.” He spoke softly, eyes never leaving yours as he lowered the blade, other hand splayed open for your view. I mean you no harm.

Just then, you felt the featherlight caress of silken fins, one of your sisters returning. The moment she saw him, soft humming filled the air before you could stop it, only able to watch in absolute horror as the man’s eyes lost their fear, softening as he slowly began to succumb to her spell.

There was only one thing you could do, and you did it without a second thought. Teeth sharpened, fangs bared, you swam between your sailor and the dangerous song.

“He’s mine. Don’t you start singing now sister.”

“Oh?” she mused, eyes passing between you suspiciously. “Little Y/N finally showing her true colours and taking a gentleman for a tour of the depths? I guess it’s only fair I don’t interfere.”

She ducked back into the water, flashes of her tail shimmering. “Go on then.” She wasn’t about to give up a meal, but knew better than to fight over your stake.

You couldn’t sing. This you knew. The gods who bestowed this gift gave it at a cost. If a mortal were to resist a siren song, she would be no more, reduced to shimmering bubbles that disappeared into tumultuous waters. Humming was the safer option, not disarming enough to lure men to the depth but posing no danger to the songstress. A siren had to be sure of her victim’s enrapture lest she lose her own life.

Faced with your sister and your long-lost sailor, there was little choice to be made. In the dark of the moonlight, humming filled the sea, emerging from the depth of your soul, colouring the melody with sweet promises of love, comfort, and anything else he may desire as it passed your lips. A heave, and your body left the water, revealing the shimmering scales that lined your middle, fins slick with salt. Your weight on your arms, you beckoned to him with your melody, promising everything his soul desired, clawed fingers reaching into the boat, meeting vacant eyes and hand outstretched.

“Isabel? Farlan? Mother?” His voice softened, breaking in his yearning.

You kept it up, voice maintaining the illusion forming in your sailor’s mind until a soft splash signalled your sister’s withdrawal, haunting humming cutting off in your throat, watching as the glassiness left his vision, small blissful smile dropping from his handsome face as a scowl took its place, spell wearing off as the splash of waves once again fought to the forefront of his senses.

“Damn siren tricks.” the man growled after some silence, watchful eye on your form, “Why did you stop? Am I not to your standards?”

Soft shake of your head and he scoffed, settling onto the wooden slats that served as seating, soft rotations of his hands and feet as he tried to get the feeling back after being bound for hours.

“Can you talk? Without scrambling my mind?”

“Yes” you chirped, “Without the song itself, you are safe, sailor.”

Still the man shivered at your voice, closing his eyes as fists clenched and loosened at his side.

“Your damn humming aside, I owe you my life, twice over.” His voice was clipped, brows knitted and eyes harsh. “I got careless in my rage, getting captured by the Royal Navy.”

A look around, and tattered remnants of uniforms littered the surface of the water, bobbing along with the currents.

“Your friends must have taken care of them. So, I suppose my revenge is complete.” He continued, meeting your now confused gaze. Pressing the blade into its sheath at his side, his hand lingered at the grip where golden strands met.

“My family.” He explained, “His blade and the string she used in her hair are all I have left of them. I swore revenge, at any cost.”

“Farlan.” You echoed, “A young lass, crying. Pigtails. Years ago, at the harbour.”

His eyes narrowed, suspicion swirling in the gaze that met yours.

“Sirens read minds too? Or are you just special.”

“Memories. Only memory left from when I too walked the land. Saw you that day with her.” You explained, swimming to where he sat, leaning dangerously close, “your name sailor?”

“No wonder you’re different. You haven’t been at this for very long.” He gestures to his arm. “And I’m no sailor. I suppose you’d call me an outlaw of the sea. This brand names me a pirate. But you can call me Levi.”

“Levi.” You warbled, heart pattering in your chest, scales shimmering in your glee. Your mysterious sailor had a name.

“Aye. And yours? Is it what the other one called you? Y/N?”

You nodded at his words, wondering for a moment if he too had received the gift, voice speaking your name more captivating than any song you’ve ever heard.

“You…you’re really not going to drag me away?” he asked, eyes softening at the way you shook your head fervently.

The tattering blindfold cloth was still in your hands, having taken it while you were humming to him, and you gestured, offering to tie it around your mouth before he snatched it away.

“Tch. Don’t do that. Its filthy. I trust you alright? Suppose I owe you my life anyway so eat me when you see fit.”

He couldn’t help but look over at you again after saying that, barely holding back a snort at your wrinkled nose at the prospect of devouring him.

“Come with me then?” Levi asked, “I need go find my ship and crew. Just don’t sing at anyone and you can accompany us, in case you decide to eat me one day. I don’t like owing favours.”

The squeak of rusty rivets and the splash of oars echoed across the night, this time mingled with the occasional splash of your tail against water as you swam further away from the isolated rock you used to call home.

How could you reconcile this feeling in your heart, the last human part of you but a figment of your memories, left over from another life. The prospect of following Levi on his journeys and luring enemies away from his craft stood out as greater gains than snuffing out his life. That could wait. You could wait. So, for the time being, you led him due north, where he was sure his crew would be waiting.

“My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.”

@melancholicmonologue @anlian-aishang @alrightberries @raabzyjan @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface @rach-likes-books @commanderserwin @daenerysdracarys @ladyofpandemonium @hiqhkey @may8344 @blankensee @miekasa @hidehaskak @sleepylevii @messymanifestation @dontusethisproduct

#levi x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk imagine #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x reader #Levi fanfiction #levi attack on titan #attack on titan fic #attack on titan levi #attack on titan x reader #reader insert #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin levi #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #levi aot #aot fanfic #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot x you #snk #snk fanfic #snk fic #snk fanfiction #snk x reader #snk x y/n #siren AU #snk levi #Levi snk #suz.writes.

[sideblogformindtrash]

What if Farlan decided to be a bad owner for Pastel and B B?

This would possibly the breaking point in his and Orfeu's relationship, I feel. He'd try and stick around and stand up for the two of them, but with nothing helping he just... wouldn't be able to sit there and watch it any longer.

Pastel would be a lot more kin on escaping, and a lot more insistent in convincing BB, as well. BB would be more interested in doing so because if Farlan wasn't even nice to them - and they already expected to be thrown away anyway - then why not give it a shot?

They would not be able to run away easily however. Orfeu might help them a little if they can communicate that, but ultimately they'd be on their own with a massive disavantage and Farlan likely would get them both back.

He would likely not want BB at first - but grow to really adore them, more so than Pastel, seeing how masochist and subservient BB can be and also how fun it is to put both Pastel and BB against each other. BB would likely become the favored pet after a bit.

Also - even if he was still bad, he would not be as bad as he was with Haru because living alongside his father did play a part on how angry and how cruel he was.

#BB: Baby Blue #Farlan B) #Pastel baby <3

[onyxium]

PRIVATE  +  HIGHLY  SELECTIVE  +  LOW  ACTIVITY  +  MATURE  ROLEPLAY  BLOG  FOR   𝑳𝑬𝑽𝑰  𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑵   FROM  ATTACK  ON  TITAN. PRIVATE ?     i will only interact & write with mutuals.     inbox  /  ims are open to anyone. SELECTIVE ?     i won’t respond to everything that’s sent my way,  & do not write threads in any particular order.     in short,  i write what inspires me. LOW  ACTIVITY ?     i have a life & plenty to do outside of tumblr.     this is my hobby!     if i’m not answering your ims or asks,  i am probably not around.

𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺.

LEVI.     34 years old.     cis male.     captain of the survey corps’ special squad & begrudging team dad.     s tier titan slaying machine.     probably will not kiss your oc.

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

FOLLOWING.     i am incredibly choosy about who i follow ;   please do not take any sort of offense if i don’t follow you back!     to increase the likelihood of me doing so,  please  have  your  age  clearly  visible  on  your  theme  or  in  your  rules ;    failure to do so will result in me unfollowing or passing you by.     i  do  not  follow underaged roleplayers! INTERACTING.     quickest way to interact with me is by sending memes!     if you respond to a meme that i sent using tumblr’s ask system,  i will create a new thread for it rather than reblog it directly to keep things neat & tidy.     please  TRIM  YOUR  REPLIES  as you are able! CONTAINS  NSFW  CONTENT.     triggering or otherwise.     anything that falls into this category   (  gore,  sexual content,  excessive violence,  otherwise mature themes  )   will be tagged with   ╰—; 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍.   ⋆   ( R18+. ) ;    please blacklist that tag if you are sensitive to it,  though lbr here we’re all in the snk fandom & know what we’re in for. TRIGGERS.     i do not have any triggers that you need to worry about ;    however if you need me to tag certain things that could trigger you,  please send me a message about it!

𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫  ‘ 𝑵𝑶 ’𝑺 .

NO  BIGOTRY  /  SEXISM  /  RACISM  /  TRANSPHOBIA  /  HOMOPHOBIA /  GENERAL  DOUCHEBAGGERY  /  ETC..     just don’t be a fucker.     i think that should go without saying,  but apparently it doesn’t on tumblr dot com. NO  PERSONALS.     don’t follow or try to interact with me.     don’t like  /  reblog my roleplays or graphics.     all personals are blocked on sight,  as are any blogs that cannot be determined to be roleplay blogs. NO  ANON  HATE  OR  DRAMA.     this includes vaguing.     this  blog  does  not  send  or  participate  in  anon  hate,   burn  books,   or  anything  of  that  nature,    & i expect my followers to comport themselves in a similar manner.     if i find that you have been engaging in these behaviors or your blog contains vague posting or too much ooc complaining or drama,  i will block you. NO  KINS.     this is not a kin friendly blog.     sorry,  it makes me  very  uncomfortable. NO  GENDERBENDS.     see the above reason. NO  BLOG  POLICING.     this is  my  blog  & safe space.     boundaries are safe to draw for both parties without attempting to cancel the other for not behaving the way that is desired.     if we don’t mesh  that’s  fine!     i’m here to have a good time & release stress,  not to be bitched at by someone over a computer screen for writing something that someone doesn’t like or agree with. FANDOMS.     if your muse is an integral part of any of the following fandoms,  do  not  interact  with  me.     i am not interested in partaking in their fandom mentality & the drama that they carry or simply their content. dc comics. harry potter. hazbin hotel. helluva boss. homestuck. marvel comics  /  mcu. my little pony. on that note,  obviously do not follow me if you have attack on titan in your dni.     duh.     i don’t have the patience to constantly explain that  just  because  i  write  a  character  from  the  fandom  does  not  mean  that  i  agree  with  the  author’s  views.

𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮.

I  WILL  NEVER  HATE  ON  /  UNFOLLOW  YOU  FOR  YOUR  SHIPS. MULTISHIP.     i will not tolerate flack or jealousy. CHEMISTRY  BASED.     all ships are to be previously discussed if the muses seem to be interested in one another.     levi is decidedly  not  pro—relationship,  good  luck. SMUT.     more likely to occur than romance.     if this bothers you,  please blacklist the tag   ╰—; 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍.  ⋆  ( R18+. )  to avoid seeing it. I  SHIP  ERURI !!     rivetra is also possible.     pretty much if you aren’t erwin or petra,  don’t expect a romantic relationship to come easily,  if at all.     only other relationship that is pre—established here is levi’s bond with  FARLAN  CHURCH.

𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑺.

GRAPHICS.     psd is  crossroads  by jaynedits with some tweaks by me.     they also made my icon frame,  & i edited the faux block quotes. IMAGES.     all art herein is from the manga for  no  regrets  & various doujinshi unless otherwise noted!

𝑨𝑫𝑴𝑰𝑵 .

ARLO.     29.     MST  (  colorado  ).     aries.     hiddlestan.     proud supporter of the survey corps & team instinct & loki’s army ;    horror connoisseur of medical intrigue & a mythology nut.     enjoys superhero shenanigans,  hoarding aus,  & dark / horror content.     constantly  listens to music. FACECLAIM.     snufkin from the  moomin  franchise! SCHEDULE.     i work part time for amazon from 2—6pm sun—thurs. DISCORD.     will be selectively given out.

#╰—; ᴛʜɪs ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ﹗﹗ ⋆ ( OOC. ) #rules post !! #long post is long i'm sorry but ... y'know. necessary.

[mortcl]

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#isabel magnolia #farlan church #acwnr #a choice with no regrets #my edit #id; isabel #kin stuff

[fictionkinfessions]

attack on titan isnt.. the best source to kin from but, here i am ig. this is such a rare shift for me lol. but... i miss levi and isabel greatly. -farlan church

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #farlanchurchkin #aotkin #attackontitankin #poie issue #canon hate #? #Anonymous #mod party cat!

[peach-salinger]

✧･*ﾟscottish male names

→ link to my scottish female name masterlist → link to my scottish surnames masterlist

under the cut are a mixture of 281 traditional, modern and uncommon scottish male names. this masterlist was created for all in one breath rp, but feel free to link on your own sites! names are listed in alphabetical order. as always, it's a good idea to google pronunciations (some of them might surprise you!). my favourites are in bold, just because. please like♡ or reblog if you found this useful.

aaron, abhainn, adie, adam, aedan, aibne, ailbeart, ainsley, alasdair, alec, alban, allan, alpin, andrew, angus, archibald, arran, argyle, armstrong, artair, askill, aulay, avery

B

baen, baigh, baird, balloch, banner, barclay, bartholomew, bean, bearnard, birk, blaine, blair, blake, bothan, boyd, braden, bram, brian, brochan, broden, brodric, brody, bruce, bryce, bryson, busby, buzz

C

caddock, caelan, cahal, cailean, calder, callum, camden, cameron, campbell, carson, ciaran, cinead, clement, clyde, coinneach, coby, colin, collum, colwyn, comhnall, constantine, corey, cormac, craig, creighton, crisdean, cuthbert

D

daffyd, daimh, dallas, dalziel, damhan, dand, derrick, davy, dewey, donal, doughall, douglas, duncan, diarmid, domhnall, duff

E

edan, ellar, elliot, emlin, ennis, errol, erskine, eugene, evan, evander, ewan, ewart

F

farlan, farquharson, fergus, fillan, fingal, fingan, finlay, fionn, fletcher, forres, francis, frankin, fraser

G

gair, gareth, gavin, geoffrey, gerwin, gilbert, gillchrist, gillean, gilmore, gilroy, glendon, glenn, godfrey, gordon, gowan, graeme, grant, gregor, griffith, gus

H, I, J

hamish, hamilton, harris, harold, hector, hew, horace, iagan, iain, innes, irvine, irving, isaac, iver, jackson, jacob, jaime, jamieson, jock, jonah

K

kade, kai, kane, keir, kendrew, kennan, kennedy, kester, kevin, kin, kirk, kyle

L

labhrainn, lachlan, lamont, laine, lennox, leod, lewis, llewellyn, lloyd, logan, lorne, lucas, ludovic, luthais, lyall

M

macauley, mackenzie, maddock, magnus, malachy, malcolm, malise, marcus, martainn, maxwell, milroy, mitchell, morgan, montgomery, morrison, morven, murdo, muir, mungo, murdoc, murray, murtagh, myles

N, O, P, Q

nachton, neilan, niall, nichol, ninian, norris, norman, norval, ogilvy, oliphant, ossian, paden, parlan, paton, patrick, peterkin, petrus, quany, quinn

R

ramsay, ray, reed, rhett, ringan, robert, rodrick, ronald, rory, ross, roswald, roy

S

sandy, scott, seth, seumas, shaw, sholto, siomon, sloan, solomon, somerled, sorley, stewart, struan

T

tamhas, taveon, tavin, tavish, teague, thacker, thane, thaxter, theobald, todd, toren, torgeir, torhte, tormaigh, torrence, torrian, torsten, torquil, tristan, tyree, tyrone

U, V, W, Z

urquhart, valentine, wallace, walmond, walrick, walter, watson, zachary

#names #masterlist #male names masterlist #name masterlist #rph #rp help #scottish names #scottish male names #scottish boy names #boy names #boy names masterlist #male names #roleplay #roleplay help #rp guide #roleplay guide #rp guides #roleplay guides #mine #my stuff

[ereri-lost-and-found]

Have any good wingfic! Riren? I like multi-chaptered!

Here you go~

ALTIVOLUS by Anonymous

(Rated M, 87,224 words, multichapter, complete, TW suicide mention)

Walking down the street, you'll notice that everyone- no matter the age, sex, or race- has wings. They're meant to be extravagant, beautiful, stunning, all so you can attract a mate. They'll both be the same colour, same pattern, same shape, and the same size.

Eren Jaeger isn't as fortune. With one green wing and one gold wing, he's seen as a monster, irregular, ugly.

But when Levi Ackerman walks in to share a college dorm with him, how will he react?

-

Crossed Lines by Take_Me_To_My_Fragile_Dreams

(Rated E, 35,354 words, multichapter, ongoing)

A sound of amusement left Kuchel’s mouth as Levi turned to look at him. Eren was startled to see that his eyes were a deep crimson, pupils broken into tiny slits. His arms were an array of black and red feathers, something Eren noticed when they were crossed stubbornly. “You’re bigger than me.”

He gaped at him. “So?”

“So you could step on me,” Levi said with a huff. “or worse.”

Part 20 of A Thousand Lives Part 9 of Creature Fics

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Hang the Stars by Voleyn

(Rated E, 160,215 words, multichapter, complete)

Eren Jaeger had long grown bored of his life of comfort as a doctor’s son in England, soon to take up the mantle of running his father’s clinic with his father's retirement rapidly approaching. When he heard about the discovery of a new, unexplored land and an expedition that had need of medics, his adventurous soul flared to life and he left behind everything he knew with barely a backwards glance to forge through new and untested territory.

Levi is an omega masquerading as a beta among the sprite community he and his makeshift family settled into after tragedy struck their old home. Though he lived openly as an omega among his forward-thinking kin for most of his life, he had no desire to be pushed into a role he had no desire to fill at their new home if he revealed his true dynamic. With Isabel and Farlan’s help, they adjust and can even call themselves content, except for the inexplicable itch of wanderlust that has recently been calling to him.

Their discovery of one another, a split-second decision and an odd twist of fate result in their lives being changed and entangled in ways neither of them had ever anticipated.

Part 1 of Moonlit Tides

#ereri fanfic #ereri #riren #snk #aot #under 50k #under 100k #over 100k #multichapter #complete #ongoing #fluff #angst #humor #top eren #modern au #college #fantasy #wingfic #fae #friends to lovers #slow burn #omegaverse

[mortcl]

im so cute what the heck

#id; isabel #a good + canon picture #me creating chaos and farlan bein stressed #kin stuff #acwnr #my edit #i mean.. i only cropped it but #alcohol tw

[mortcl]

I know farlan is out there, i kn ow it ,, Farlan if you see this.. I miss you a lot.. Im sorry for stressing you out so much I just want to find you so we can be a family again

#farlan church kin #kyo.txt #platonic pda / #djdkbd isabel shifts where i miss farlan this much are the worst